and i quit my job.

it felt fucking great.

ate crazy delicious vegan food at gobo, saw the third star wars(so bad) and hung out with people i love - went camping, went to a ban meeting, rode my bike to oradell, fixed the tire, made out with mcat and courtney, was an asshole(called the next day to apologize) sat around two fabulous fires, was awake all night long and then chased the sunrise with tequila. kept my fire burning with red wine. and laughter. such laughter. burning wet wood and eating pancakes in sleeping bags. so fabulous.

street walking, cruising, being honest about what i enjoy and what my addictions are. Food! Wine! and now, bicycles.

it gets harder. listening. and being honest. and being slow. acting slow. and knowing the people that are not good for me to hang out with.

gah.

i dont know. its fucking hard figuring shit out not repeating old patterns. your social circumstances determine your consciousness, not the other way around. marx said something to that effect.

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